Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.